A gloomy corridor stretched ahead, dimly lit and empty. The only sound was the faint, oppressive rush of wind. The small door at the end seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy mist. It was clearly close, yet somehow seemed impossibly far away, as if no matter how far they walked, they would never reach it. But before they could get there, the door swung open by itself.
To be fair, the scene was a little like something out of a horror movie. Everyone seemed a bit tense. The twin sisters from a prestigious family walked more heavily than usual, both gripping the talismans in their pockets. Meng Jiao, a battle-hardened veteran, had his greatsword in one hand, while the other clicked off the safety on his Gatling gun.
The only one who seemed relatively calm was Feifei. Her mood had barely shifted from beginning to end. Of course, she stayed right behind Yu Lian, one hand resting on her lightsaber and the other still holding up a portable camera to film. Put tactfully, she was always focused on her promising career as an embedded reporter and publicity agent. Put less tactfully, she was using Yu Lian as a human shield.
Of course, all of that was really just their imaginations running wild. It couldn't be helped. Any normal person who knew there might be a powerful psychic in the room ahead would start imagining the worst.
But in Yu Lian's perception and line of sight, everything was perfectly peaceful. The other man was a six-ringed saint capable of projecting his will anywhere on the planet through a psychic beacon, yet he hadn't even bothered to set up an illusion.
So many glaring flaws—there had to be a catch! He was plotting something huge. The more you thought about it,